When they reached the coop, Gennie went right to work collecting eggs. As was her habit, she insulted the chickens as she opened each box. “Don’t peck me, you nasty old wench!” Shay turned to me, her eyes wide. I realized she looked tired, the type of tired that edged into weariness. She hid it well. All those bright smiles and the boundless enthusiasm she had for Gennie. You’d have to really look to see it. “Just wait. It gets more colorful.” “Get away from me,” Gennie grumbled. “Stupid asshat.” I motioned to the henhouse. “Like that.” “Gimme the egg, shithead.” I nodded while Shay clapped a
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